“Do you remember?” he asked.I was silent for a long moment.“Okay, I understand” he said and he walked away. And I was standing on the dark, shiny wet roadSpotted by the reflection of the street lampsThinking, “Do you really?” Do I remember? When I hug someoneMy arms seems to move…
For ten years I have believed that I was in love. Mad, wild, passionate, head-throbbing, nerve-searing love. And in love with someone who didn’t love me. Or care for me. Or respect me. Or even treat me as a human being. Recently I met someone else who made me feel…
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I kept a diary for 4 years till I transitioned into blogging all my thoughts.I have still kept those diaries though and once in a while I look through to see what life was like then.Some excerpts from my last diary that I called ‘A walk back into reality’: ———————————————5…
Whispers of departure in silence. A poetic escape of vapour, leaving only a question mark behind. The delicate balance between sensitivity and realism.
One by one, each one left. Some edged out sidewaysA few had the grace to look sorryAnd others shuffled their feet and looked about nervouslyBefore slipping out when they thought they weren’t being watchedSeveral melted away into the dark world of forgetting and being forgotten But you just opened the…